Dirty Laundry

When we moved into our little castle on 9th street four years ago, I placed a little piggy bank in the laundry room. Since then, I've done more than just a little laundry but along the way, I have collected coins that have been forgotten in pockets and deposited them into my bank - thinking that I'd use this money to reward myself for a job well done.

Today, approximately four years since making my first deposit, I decided to empty my bank to see what I had earned. I momentarily flashed back to all the stained onesies, dirty sheets, dirty underwear, stained T-shirts and all of the other things that I'd laundered over the past four years and readied myself for my reward.

$5.83

Yeah, um, five whole big ones. So, that's been like what? A $1.45 a year? Three cents a week?

See ya later family. Thanks for the good times but I've got myself a better paying gig in a sweat shop.

Wal-Mart.

This is what I did today.

Enough said.

Spring Awakening

Spring time ushers in blooming flowers, sprouting trees, birds chirping, blue skies, sunshine and this:

I've been spending the first nice spring days in the girls closet trading the winter clothes in favor of more weather appropriate spring/summer attire. This task is down right dangerous. I could get buried alive in there. If you don't hear from me in a few days, or if you notice my kids still wearing sweaters in 80 degree weather, please send a search party.